Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Eight (Role Play Edition)

The doctor observes you from across the room, his now muted company more oppressive than the punitive quiet of his Emancipation Room. His gaze is fixed. Upon your sex. A sharp twinge of lust hits your core at the knowledge he can see you spread so obscenely. You are open without concealment, moaning in spite of yourself. Despite your best efforts to remain steady on the frame, something carnal engulfs you, your eyelids hooding around the dynamic image of the swaying pendulum across from you. Hypnotic. Erratic. Shuddering gasps and… Read More

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Seven (Role Play Edition)

Sweat sits at your temples as you hang in midair, suspended above the ground. Naked. Unsteady. No. Matter. What. Your brain swivels as you stare ahead. Frost’s eyes squint in concentration as he makes a few adjustments to the interface, ignoring your struggle to take in his latest command. A new picture appears on the monitor; two identical red dots on either side of a larger blue dot, dashed lines a few inches behind each of them. At the same time you speculate, Frost says, “The dots depict each Kegel’s… Read More

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Six (Role Play Edition)

An abrupt chill pierces your body, acute impressions shooting through your center. Your arms quiver uncontrollably, your fingernails carving crescent moons into your palms around the strap handles of the swing. Your mouth hangs open of its own volition, releasing a breathless gasp. Your eyes gape wide open, blinking against the sensation of the solid mass he just inserted… in your ‘other‘ mouth. Your brows furrow, the dazed, confused stare below them locked on the face of ambivalence, reflecting shock in silence, questioning what you can’t voice even though no… Read More

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Eight

My heart punches itself erratically, a wild beast desperate to break free from my chest I’m scared it might actually pummel me to death. My bones rattle beneath my skin, as if they’re made of nothing more than dry twigs and dust, ready to shatter into a million pieces at any moment. My knees feel nothing short of brittle as I force them to bend, threatening to snap like crackers. Chilled saliva pools in my mouth, my throat clamming up with every attempt to push it down between the fingers… Read More

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Five (Role Play Edition)

Your eyes are saucers in your head. Your face is a frozen mask of trepidation. Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, gaping like a fish out of water; the very thing he’s so clearly committed to demonstrate. Your pupils dilate at the sight of the new object—yet another chain, adorned with clamps. Your ears perk up at the sound of them clinking against the quiet. Without him even saying it, your entire body tenses as your back caves, your chest shrinking away from it instinctively. Frost reaches for… Read More

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Seven

My heart slams into my throat, almost choking me. My wrists shake miserably, barely managing to keep my tightly wound upper body from colliding with his dining table. “Replace the straw with my cock.” The command embeds itself into my consciousness, reverberating like an endless echo, each repetition amplifying its cruelty. It penetrates my mind like a decadent poison, as if he spoke it several times instead of one. But one is enough. No. One is too much. And yet, I feel my pussy clench at air, convulsing around its… Read More

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Four (Role Play Edition)

Consciousness hits you like a big bag of bricks, bashing into your brittle body so that your limbs are suddenly heavy and unresponsive. Even as you comprehend, it’s hard to think straight. Frost’s cold eyes continue to stare, all the way into your brain matter, and you can see the calculation in his gaze, the way he’s assessing you. Like he’s capturing your reaction. Weighing your value. You can do little else but mimic as you watch him retrieve yet another item from his impeccably-organized, seemingly endless archive of tools:… Read More

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Six

He wouldn’t… But even as my mind rebels at the depravity, my body thrills at the sensations. My shoulders shake, arms trembling to keep me propped on the table. I feel his lips close around the protruding end of the straw, forming a tight seal. My thighs clamp around his head, trying futilely to close off access from this outrageous act even as my hips rock toward him. He sucks hard, making full use of the straw to draw my arousal into his mouth. I imagine I can hear the… Read More

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Three (Role Play Edition)

Patent fear rolls down your spine. Like ice water. No, straight up ice. You can’t even swallow. Geese erupt across your flesh like an allergic reaction, hot spots abruptly forming beneath your skin. You can’t tell if it’s your body’s acute recollection of the previous crop’s parting gift or the anticipation of what’s to come with this new one. The one you fear the most. The image of the appropriately-named slapper crop sits in your direct line of view, displaying the crown from which it begets its cruel title. Oh… Read More

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Five

I find myself rendered motionless, frozen in place atop Frost’s lap…until he leans forward. His muscular chest presses into me, feeling like both an incursion and a canopy. Twisted as fuck. Eyes wide, I watch his hand extend toward the ice bucket with a purposeful grace, delving into its chilled contents, the ambient sounds dull in comparison to the rattling of ice. Each time his leg shifts around the chair’s seat, mine follows in a helpless dance, as if I’m nothing more than a puppet on strings. He picks up… Read More